Elina and Eleanor remained on horseback as they approached the academy.
Elenaor led with quiet grace, her brown hair trailing like a ribbon in the breeze. Along the road, they joined other travellers.
Prospective academy students. Young mages, hunters, cultivators and merchants heading in the same direction.
The road hand begun to meets it end, and what stood at the end was a new beginning.
It was unlike anything Elina had imagined or could anticipate as the academy came into view.
Set against high cliffs in the northern valley, the entrance to the academy was built from polished white stone. Weathered bu time by unyielding in a majestic manner. Etched in glyphs and arrays for protection.
Each mark deliberate, sacred and powerful.
The main gate stood tall and pristine, made of a white-coloured wood, lined with steel–along with symbols etched across it. Glowing faintly, forming patterns of ancient magic of protection and preservation.
